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Caylin brushed the few remaining tears from her eyes as her father's casket was lowered into the ground. She cried silently as she watched the scene in front of her. The rest of her family was all huddled together, holding each other, comforting each other. They didn't offer any of that to Caylin, though. They were cold to her. They resented her for leaving home and making a name for herself. She was used to their hostility, but she figured on a day like this, they would forget the past; just for a while. It didn't happen. She was still the blacksheep of the family. But then she reminded herself that she didn't need they support and comfort. She had Chris's.

He hadn't left her side since they arrived yesterday. He didn't judge when she would randomly break down and cry. He let her ramble on with stories from her childhood for hours at a time. He stopped her from leaving so many times in a twelve hour period. He provided his own personal shirt as a tissue when she would unexpectedly break down. It was almost sad that a man she really didn't like was there for her when her own family wasn't.

"Come on, lets go." Chris whispered in her ear. People were starting to file out, and Chris knew if they stood there, Caylin would only cry harder.

"I want to go back to the house, get our stuff, and leave. I don't want to be in that house with her anymore!"

"You can even wait in the car while I gather our stuff." Chris offered as they made their way to the car.

"I won't put you through that. They'll just corner you."

"Caylin, I can handle your mother and sister." Chris gave her a few moments to get situated in the car, before starting it and leaving.

"I know, I'd just feel better. I'm sure they'd try their best to tell you horrible things about me."

"Yeah, but I already know you're horrible."

"You are not funny." Despite her words, there was a smile on her face.

By the time they reached the house, Melanie and her mother were already there. Probably hosting a party or something by now. Caylin was fairly sure all they cared about was the insurance money and her dad's will. They made it through the house without being stopped by anyone. Caylin was packing as fast as she could. Her dad was gone; there was no reason to ever come back to this house-this town. As they were exiting the bedroom, Caylin's mother stopped them.

"I'd like to have a word with my daughter. Alone." Kathy made the last statement towards Chris. He glanced at Caylin, who nodded her head. If there was one thing she could do, it was handle her mother. Chris gave a small smile before leaving the room. Caylin sat down on the bed while Kathy sat down on a chair at the desk.

"What do you want? I'm ready to leave."

"You still haven't changed, I see. You always were anxious to get out of here. You did, and never looked back." Caylin rolled her eyes. She wasn't going to stick around for this conversation.

"Listen, mom, I.."

"Despite all that, you did well for yourself. You're successful, you do something you love, and you have a man that loves you more than the world." Caylin's head shot up and looked at her mother. What?

"Who? Chris? No, we aren't dating....I mean, we aren't seclusive to each other....we get together when we feel like it." Caylin quickly corrected herself.

"I've learned a lot in my life, and one thing is that when a man looks at you the way he looked at you today, he loves you. You might not be seclusive, but he is. He even told your sister off." Caylin glanced at Kathy again.

"He told Melanie off? When?"

"Last night. You were sleeping. He came down to get a drink. Melanie and I were going over paperwork in the kitchen."

"What happened?"

"It's not my place to say. Just don't let him go without a fight." Kathy stood up to leave, but Caylin stopped her.

"How come you didn't seem to worked up over dad?" The question had been weighing on her mind for two days. Her parents had been together twenty years, surely she loved him.

"We knew he was dying. We had already said our goodbyes. We had accepted what was going to happen."

"And you never thought to call and inform me my father was dying? I knew you were a bitch, but he was.."

"He didn't want us to tell you. He was so proud of you and everything you have done. He regretted never getting the chance to tell you. He wanted to call you so many times, but was afraid you would hang up on him."

"Stop trying to make me feel guilty. You should have called! I would have came down right away." Tears were brimming in her eyes again.

"I know. He knew, too. We had to respect his wishes. He loved you, Caylin, he really did."

"I know." If there was one thing she never doubted, it was her father's love.

"I know you're leaving, but you should stop by more often. It really was nice seeing you. I get tired of only seeing you on television."

"You watch me on Raw?"

"Yes. Which is why I wasn't surprised to see Chris with you."

"Oh, it's only a storyline. It isn't real." Caylin explained.

"You better go an re-watch the last few episodes of Raw."

"I have to get going. Tomorrow is our last day off. We are going to head in to the next city." Caylin stood up, still ready to leave.

"Call us once in a while."

"Yeah, I will." Caylin managed to escape the room without anymore words. She quickly made her way downstairs in search of Chris.

"Lover-boy is packing the car. When he dumps you, send him my way."

"Go to hell, Melanie." With that, Caylin exited the house. Melanie didn't lie; Chris was packing the car. He was loading their luggage into the trunk. Their next city was Syracuse, which was only about a four or five hour trip.

"Ready to go?" Chris shut the trunk and faced her, waiting for her answer.

Instead of answering, she hugged him.

"Thank you." She whispered in his ear. He only wrapped his arms tighter around her. They stayed that way for a short while, before breaking apart.

"I was thinking you could drive so I could get my beauty sleep." Chris joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"God knows you need it."

"Bitch."

"Ass."

"Clown."

"Assclown." They both finished at the same time. It was a joke that continued from them over the months.

"You pay for the hotel room, and I'll drive. Deal?" Caylin asked.

"I always pay for the hotel room, and you'll drive for five miles, pull over, complain about cramps, make me drive the rest of the way, and still pay for the hotel room."

"Which is why I can't figure out why you don't just drive to begin with."

"Sometimes, I hate you." Chris commented, grabbing the keys and getting in the driver's side.

"Only sometimes? I hate you all the time."

"Keep telling yourself that."

CanYouSayCay: What if we hate each other?
KingOfYourWorld: We get along fine on here!
CanYouSayCay: Yeah, but I'm not there to punch you when you make a comment on something.
KingOfYourWorld: I'm so hot, you won't want to punch me. You'll be too busy trying to restrain yourself from mauling me.
CanYouSayCay: Keep dreaming.
KingOfYourWorld: We have to pick and time and place to do this.
CanYouSayCay: I'll be in Florida next week......
KingOfYourWorld: I live in Florida.......
CanYouSayCay: Where?
KingOfYourWorld: Near Orlando.
CanYouSayCay: Do you know where Carl's Coffee, Cake, and Crepes is?
KingOfYourWorld: I do!
CanYouSayCay: Want to meet there on Wednesday?
KingOfYourWorld: Yeah. Has to be after 3.
CanYouSayCay: How about 5?
KingOfYourWorld: I'll see you then.

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Chris glanced at Caylin from his bed.

He had some serious decisions to make.